life’s rough edges

With precious memories of my husband’s mother, Tillie

 

languid, slowed-down flight

faded tiger swallowtail

wings frayed, summer’s end

 

aging farmwife rests

memories bound in wheelchair

mind frays as years pass

 

love sees the beauty

blond boy sings in gramma’s lap

fray with long goodbye

 

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Grace
    Aug 26, 2014 @ 21:26:58

    That is a beautiful memory to hold on to ~ Lovely work ~

    Reply

  2. Victoria C. Slotto
    Aug 26, 2014 @ 18:35:17

    Very touching and perfect comparison. You show the beauty in fraying, in a life well-lived, well-loved.

    Reply

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